Sowing seeds of change

If John Abraham’s biceps are being flexed more than usual these days, it is with good reason. Abraham is one of the producers of this season’s sleeper hit, Vicky Donor. Let’s call it VD for short. The movie is an absolute original as it goes into forbidden territory with an insouciance that is rare in Hindi cinema and entirely disarming, given the subject — sperm donation.

In a country of a billion plus, one would imagine that our last priority (or concern) would be sperm production. Again, given the stupidity of sperms, it is still more surprising that we face something of a shortage when it comes to robust sperms. British scientists tell us sperms have an “appalling sense of direction, crashing into walls and each other in the race to reach the egg.” Scientists from the University of Warwick and the University of Birmingham have discovered that those silly sperms “avoid the middle lane” of the female reproductive tract, preferring to hurtle along channel walls. They have eloquently compared the crazy sperms’ race to a “demolition derby.”

Just as the world is shaking its head and wondering why the blessed sperms are so clueless, comes an Indian movie that tackles the subject head-on. While the broader story revolves around the rather touchy topic of infertility and the travails of couples facing a life without kids, at its core is an entirely clever script that revolves around the strange bond between an infertility expert doctor (marvellously played by veteran Annu Kapoor) and Delhi boy Vicky, a ‘vella’ (what a terrific acting debut for Ayushmann Khurana) who lives with his hard-working, widowed mother Dolly and his feisty grandmother in Lajpat Nagar.

The experienced and wily doctor identifies Vicky as the perfect donor after spying on and studying the easy-going, cricket-playing young man’s laidback lifestyle. The challenge is to convince the hero to donate his sperm (for money, of course), without anybody discovering his secret. The doctor stops at nothing to lure the jobless fellow into his clinic and deposit a sample, the chief inducement being easy cash — some of which is paid upfront, while the rest is handed over only after his robust sperm has done its job and impregnated some grateful recipient. To achieve this objective, the doctor convinces Vicky (with the help of a map that traces Alexander the Great’s journey) he’s doing something noble and admirable. Absurdly enough, Vicky falls for the trick and starts believing he is a true Aryan, just like Alexander and his soldiers who had impregnated local women, leaving descendants with perfect Aryan sperm behind. The doctor calls Vicky an asli Arya Puttar. Flattered by the spiel, a totally baffled but broke Vicky becomes the doctor’s star donor, a prized stud, with an incredible strike rate.

What follows is a madcap caper till the lid is finally blown off poor, exhausted Vicky’s cover and his beautiful ‘Bangalan’’ bride discovers what exactly her adorable husband does for a living. Unfortunately, the discovery leads to shock and revulsion as Vicky is shamed and disowned, not just by his embarrassed and embittered wife, but his mother, neighbours and pretty much all the people who matter to him. The narrative is suitably loaded with choice Punjabi abuses.

One can enjoy the movie as just a quirky comedy if one wishes to. But it is much more than that. The film exposes several prejudices we harbour about sex and sexuality — about marrying a divorcee (Vicky’s bride) — a revelation that enrages Vicky’s mother, while the whiskey-guzzling grandmother is perfectly cool about it. Then there is a track about Vicky and Ashima’s inter-community marriage — a subject that remains a prickly issue across India even today. But at the heart of the film is the touching story about an innocent, somewhat lost, young unemployed guy, a canny doctor, and an entire social construct that refuses to table an issue like sperm donation because of some inexplicable ‘shame’ involved in the procedure, which in reality brings so much joy into the lives of childless couples. That the subject is treated with humour, understanding and sensitivity is a tribute to the brave team (take a bow, director Shoojit Sircar) which went ahead with an unconventional subject and pulled it off.

One is guessing there will be better awareness of infertility after this movie. But more importantly, the S-word is no longer taboo.

DISCLAIMER : Views expressed above are the author's own.

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One of India's most popular writers, Shobhaa De has seen it all: life as a model, a copywriter, a journalist, a socialite, a scriptwriter, a bestselling novelist and a busy mother of six children. "Politically Incorrect", which has been appearing as a column in The Times of India, carries her sharp observations on politics, society, economy and relationships.

One of India's most popular writers, Shobhaa De has seen it all: life as a model, a copywriter, a journalist, a socialite, a scriptwriter, a bestselling nov. . .

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One of India's most popular writers, Shobhaa De has seen it all: life as a model, a copywriter, a journalist, a socialite, a scriptwriter, a bestselling novelist and a busy mother of six children. "Politically Incorrect", which has been appearing as a column in The Times of India, carries her sharp observations on politics, society, economy and relationships.

One of India's most popular writers, Shobhaa De has seen it all: life as a model, a copywriter, a journalist, a socialite, a scriptwriter, a bestselling nov. . .